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they came soon enough to Clyro Hill, Owain might be spared. |
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As he heard the next exchange, Sir Guy rose to his feet, following Lady Alinor. He was grateful for the movement, which permitted him to turn his face away. He desperately needed the relief of at least one grin as he listened to his mistress maneuver her way into accompanying Lord Llewelyn right to the battlefield. She must come with him to Ian's vassals, she pleaded, because they must know her in case of future need. And she must follow with the army to Clyro Hill because her own vassals were at Clifford just to the east. Would she not be safer traveling with Lord Llewelyn himself than making her own way through lands in which she might fall prey to "some enemy"? She did not name the enemy, but Llewelyn's eyes acknowledged the lever Gwenwynwyn would have if his clan brother's wife could be taken. |
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Llewelyn's counteroffer that she stay safe at Llanrwst Alinor refused with insincere regret. She pointed out that much time would be lost by Llewelyn's need to escort her back from Ian's vassals' keeps and that, not knowing where she would find Lord Llewelyn, she had not been able to leave word where her own vassals could reach her. Considering the news that had drawn them into action, she feared a letter from her would be insufficient. They would need to see her to be sure that she, too, had not been swallowed by an enemy. Sir Guy was not sure whether Lord Llewelyn finally agreed, whether he realized that she would find an answer to any argument he could put forward, whether he realized that she would gowith him or without himno matter what he said, or whether he was simply so anxious to get to his son that he did not care if Alinor was safe or not. In any case, he argued no more and Alinor went sweetly and meekly to bed. |
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